As soon as he saw that he controlled Shan Mingliao, Huangfu Shang decisively summoned Wang Xiaohu and asked him to light the fire and prepare to build two pieces of iron.

In fact, at this time, everyone already knew that what Shan Mingliao brought was not useless scrap iron, but actually the ancient artifact Ziqing Double Sword, but for unknown reasons, it became scrap.

At this moment, if you want to recover the demonized purple and blue twin swords, you have to increase your strength.

Huangfu Shang had already forced them out of Shan Ming's body, and then he thought about how to create a new one, so Wang Xiaohu, the only swordsmith on the mountain, was very crucial.

Hearing everything, Wang Xiaohu was unprecedentedly serious, he took off his shirt, put on an apron, and raised the fire to the extreme, but then took out two pieces of iron from the box and was about to put them in the furnace.

I didn't want to put a piece in it, but an extraordinary spark came out of the furnace, almost burning Wang Xiaohu.

When he had barely burned the purple iron in the furnace for a while, he took it out and tried to forge it.

The hammer smashed it twice, and suddenly gave birth to a rebound force, which shocked Wang Xiaohu and almost fainted.

"I'll go, I'm so angry!"

Huangfu Shang didn't say a word, walked up to take over Wang Xiaohu's heavy responsibility, held the hammer in one hand, and held Ziying with the iron tongs in the other hand, and smashed it with a hammer.

Three or two hammers went down, and the huge iron trembled and refused to give in.

Huangfu Shang felt the shock, scolded the demons, and refused to surrender to me!

It was another hammer, and it shook the handle of the hammer and almost got out of it.

Wang Xiaohu next to him shouted: "This can't be done, you must find a suitable sword furnace before you can refine it again." ”

At this moment, the Qingsuo sword next to him suddenly moved, swooped to the ground, and ran out like a snake.

Huang Fu Shang saw that this was okay, grabbed Ziying with one hand and threw it into the box, hugged it and went to chase Qingsuo.

It's a pity that Qingsuo ran too fast, Wang Xiaohu blocked halfway, and was so burned that his hands were loosened, and she rushed into the distance.

Huangfu Shang followed closely and shouted: "Go and fetch the spring water in the back mountain and pour it on them!"

Wang Xiaohu turned around and complied, while Huangfu Shang ran after Qingsuo, but came to the place where Fang had trapped Shan Ming's chat.

The sword of emotion is sensing one's own soul, which is being tortured and wants to come back to the rescue.

"Think beautifully!" Huang Fu Shang put the box behind his back, and raised his hand to shoot out a true qi, gathering the power of the life and death talisman, and hitting the Qingsuo sword.

With a bang, the sword body took a move, but unfortunately it was useless against this divine soldier, but Murong Blizzard, who was casting a spell on the side, was tragically grazed by the rebounding life and death charm on the shoulder.

She sighed, took a step back, and Shan Mingliao in front of her suddenly fell to the ground, trapped in the sword soul of the snow sword array, and forcibly rushed out.

Seeing this, Huangfu Shang could only rush up, stepping on the Qingsuo Sword with one foot, holding the box against the two sword souls with one hand, but forcing the other party to scatter.

One left and one right rushed towards the box behind Huangfu Shang.

Seeing that it was not good, Huangfu Shang was about to wave his hand to push the box out from behind, but a piece of cold water was poured in mid-air, drenching him and Murong Blizzard beside him!

"What is it?" asked angrily, wiping a handful of water stains on his face.

But he felt that his body was cold, as if something had forcibly penetrated in, but it was Ziying's soul that snatched into his body.

When I turned around, I saw Nangong Meng next to me holding a wooden barrel, panting and saying, "Lingquan is here, is it done?"

"What's the matter, didn't you see that I was doing something with Blizzard?" Huangfu didn't say it angrily, but he felt that his voice unexpectedly became much rougher, and when he looked at the Blizzard in front of him, he was also surprised.

As for the soul of the purple and green twin swords, it has disappeared.

"Could it be that you and me?" he pointed at the other party, but felt that Murong Blizzard's complexion was quite inappropriate.

On the complexion, there was a faint green gas, and the appearance also became demonic.

"No need to ask, it's the holy spring of Fang Cai, forcing the sword souls of Ziying and Qingsuo to break into your body and me, it's really a sin?"

Murong Blizzard shook his head and shook his hair, his movements unconsciously carrying another charm.

Huangfu Shang was also stunned, and inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy, probably because Ziying was attached to his body, which made the two of them strangely attractive.

He was startled, so he hurriedly looked for something and took a look, Wang Xiaohu next to him just arrived, and was startled and said, "Big brother, why is your face turning purple, is this a head drop?"

"You just dropped your brain?" Huangfu said angrily, he hurriedly ran to the Lingquan, and looked at the river, his face was really purple and red, and he was scared to death.

"It's over, Lao Tzu is possessed by a ghost!" Huangfu Shang tried to wash his face a few times, but to no avail.

But there was a voice in his heart, and he was laughing wildly - "Little ghost, you are already my puppet!"

"The ghost wants to be your puppet, Lao Tzu will suppress you to death in minutes!"

Huangfu Shang frowned and was furious, and was about to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find a way to crack it, but Wang Xiaohu came to him and said that there was a way to crack it.

"What's the solution?" he asked, returning to the crowd.

Wang Xiaohu explained: "Actually, I have an uncle Lu Jiaren, who is a master of sword forging, and I learned everything I can from him. Before, I thought I could do it, but it seems that I have to go to my uncle. Maybe he can help you solve the trouble, and by the way, reforge the purple and blue twin swords. ”

"With this good thing, why didn't you say it earlier?" Huangfu Shang is also angry now, grabbing Wang Xiaohu and shaking vigorously, "I have to say something before I can say it, what is the hindsight?"

"Brother Pig, who is that?" Wang Xiaohu stared at him in confusion, not knowing what he said.

Nangong Meng pulled away and said, "Okay, don't make trouble at the critical moment." Now let's think about how to find a swordsmith. Xiaohu, what's your uncle's name and where can I find him?"

"Well, I can't say. Wang Xiaohu scratched his head and thought, "Uncle Shi's whereabouts are erratic, and I can only see him once or twice a year, but he loves to collect divine weapons and tries to create new weapons every year." ”

"Oh, I remembered that there was a treasure hunt in Wanxing Valley recently. Uncle Shi participates every year, so he will return to the old residence of the sect to live temporarily, and maybe he will live. ”

Speaking of this, something suddenly came to mind, and Wang Xiaohu said it.

Huangfu Shang made a decision, so he went to his uncle's former residence to see if he could meet.

After arranging the trivial matters on the mountain, he asked Wang Xiaohu to lead the way down the mountain, because Murong Blizzard also became a victim, so he had to go with him, leaving only Nangong Meng to watch Shan Ming chat.

A group of three people walked out of the formation at the foot of the mountain, and followed Wang Xiaohu to find someone, and on the way, Huangfu Shang asked what the treasure hunt conference meant?

"Well, it's nothing. Wang Xiaohu explained to him, "It is a grand event every few years, where strange craftsmen and craftsmen from all over the world gather together, and everyone shows their new weapons and magic weapons to select the best works."

In previous years, it was mostly the Abyss Pavilion that was organizing, and their sect has always been famous for casting weapons, so they are also the victorious generals of the treasure hunting conference. It's just that my uncle has other abilities, and sometimes he is the best choice, and he often steals the limelight from them, and he has not participated much in recent years, maybe just to see a lively scene. ”

Huangfu Shang frowned when he heard this, and said Don't go to the air, it's not a blind toss.

But thinking about this treasure hunt conference, there are many sword casting masters, maybe there are other masters who can meet them, and I can't say.

So the three of them used their own means to speed up the journey.

Murong Blizzard Sacrifice took off the sword in front, and the wind was incomparable, although Wang Xiaohu's hammer was full of weight, it could also fly far away, but Huangfu Shang had just mastered the art of the sword, which was really average.

In addition, he was carrying two pieces of scrap iron on his back, which increased the weight, and he stepped on the Zhuxian Sword under his feet, and he didn't have much speed.

Therefore, after pulling a long distance, Murong Blizzard couldn't help but turn his head back: "Forget it, I'll take you with you." ”

He actually pulled Huangfu Shang to stand on his flying snow sword and galloped all the way.

This can blow Huangfu Shang bad, the previous Murong Blizzard was just cold, how could he become more approachable after being leaned over?

Although it has not been a day with Murong Blizzard, I really don't have any thoughts about this cold royal sister.

The main blizzard is too cold, and there is always a feeling of being far away, but today the two of them were possessed by the Ziqing Sword Soul, which is a bit special.

Some strange pictures suddenly flashed in Huangfu Shang's heart, as if they were some long-term memories, what swords intersected, and the story of mythological inheritance.

Could it be that this is actually the memory of the previous life of the Ziqing Twin Swords?

And his thoughts were also noticed by Murong Blizzard, and he couldn't help frowning: "Hey, can you be okay, don't move." ”

Without waiting for Huang Fushang to answer, he urged the Flying Snow Sword to fly fast, and the cold wind was whistling in his ears at that time, and along the way, it was extremely fast, leaving Wang Xiaohu far behind.